Oh, I emailed something personal to a woman I went out with a few times several months ago. And then another one was when someone asked me to email someone else then I replied to the person to tell them I emailed them and sent it to the person I had emailed originally on their behalf, if that makes sense.

Oh, I emailed something personal to a woman I went out with a few times several months ago. And then another one was when someone asked me to email someone else then I replied to the person to tell them I emailed them and sent it to the person I had emailed originally on their behalf, if that makes sense.

Yeah, that makes sense and unfortunately happens way too often with me.

* ESFJ best friend texts, since I'm staying over at her place the nite before^ the conference. And, she has an evening meeting at her school to attend for her own conference. She leaves by 5pm. Dog at her place.

Random event #1: getting an email of a professor, spelled his university wrong, missed an "e"....he was kind enough to point it out over my shoulder.

Random event #2: Had a fascinating conversation with a random attendee about stigma in health care workers who are working with victims of bioterrorism. I asked how prevalant this 'population' was. And so we began 45 mins of randomness.

Mission #2: Meet the bf after a whillle (long distance sucks)

Bf (INFJ) gives shady directions on how to reach his house from my conference (an area I DON'T KNOW).

- 5:20pm (supposed to arrive at his place).
- Really get there at 5:45pm because of HIS dumb directions.

[He says I go to -land when he speaks.]

Argue about the proper methodology of how to give proper directions.

6:15pm

Go out to dinner.
Take off my jacket on the booth(ed) seat* at restaurant.

*[i]{unbeknowst to me, critical turn of events as I would later realize when I connect my previous use of jacket pocket}

2 hrs, not enough time to enjoy an honest-to-goodness comfy familiar conversation b/w good food. Priceless.

Back at his place.

Realization....my car keys are missing. (he drove us to the the restaurant).

We check everywhere, in his house, in garbages, on his driveway, I flash light under his car.

Then..... Um...you got the number for the restaurant?: you ...didn't
:redface:

grumble under breath...grumble grumble....

Me: I'll drive this time.

Apparently I drive like a maniac. Road rage can be cathartic. :rolli:

I walk into the restaurant to see the bartender swinging my lone key between his fingers, in anticipation of yours truly.

Me bounding back, 'guess what I found!'

:steam:THIS TIME I DRIVE! (I'm choosy about who drives my car...but, I let the baby have his way)

Get back. 8:30pm.

[censored]

10pm. Not enough. Time.

Head back home, again 2 hrs drive.

Arrive home. 12am. Sat. Nite/early morn (depends on perspective)

Mission #3: I Be The Judge: Kids say the darndest things

Judging Science Fair for Gr 5-8 kiddies for the local school board.
Time: Sat early morn.

3am. Finish reading all their proposals, work out questions, inquiries to ask of them, read up on subjects.